"Leave!" Tang Hao told Yu Xiaogang and the other two coldly.
Yu Xiaogang lay on the ground, his eyes somewhat vacant. How could this happen?
Why wasn't Cao De dead yet? Or was Tang Hao throwing the fight? Yes, that had to be it. How could a Titled Douluo lose to a young man who hadn't even reached level fifty?
Tang Hao must not trust me. He wanted to defy me. That beast, Tang Hao!
Rage burned in Yu Xiaogang's heart, and his venomous hatred of Tang Hao reached new heights!
"Wait a moment," Cao De said with a smile.
Tang Hao turned to stare at Cao De, his eyes frighteningly cold.
"Those three stay," Cao De said, pointing at Yu Xiaogang and the other two. His smiling eyes met Tang Hao's icy gaze.
Tang Hao stared into Cao De's eyes without speaking.
Silence settled over the scene.
Finally, Tang Hao slowly turned and walked toward the poison miasma, disappearing from sight.
"Master, why did you just let him go?" Huo Wu asked, watching Tang Hao's retreating back.
"I had an eighty percent chance of killing him, but there was still a twenty percent chance I couldn't finish him off, and you might have been caught in the crossfire. He's the famous Clear Sky Douluo, after all. He might still have something up his sleeve," Cao De said with a smile.
Red light flickered in Cao De's eyes. From the corner of his eye, he spotted a figure standing silently in the poison miasma.
"Shadow, check whether Dugu Bo is dead." Cao De beckoned, and Dugu Bo floated off the ground and landed in front of Shadow.
Shadow, who had been tending her injuries, quickly stood and carefully examined Dugu Bo, whose face was bruised and swollen. After checking him